Page 148 of Unrivaled Love
I hold it behind Aiden who turns over his shoulder as I start to sneak to the left.
“Let Felix and E.T. keep ‘em busy on the right, and look for the centering pass. They’re leaving the front of the net open.” He says and I nod.
Felix swings back into our zone as I come out from behind the net slowly, giving Bryson and Crosby a chance to get into position too.
“Stay right, then find me.” I yell to Felix and he nods as he taps his helmet securely into place.
I build speed and bring the puck into the zone on the left but immediately shoot it around the boards to the low right side. Emmett grabs it and flicks a pass to Felix who is at the right dot. Duncan is behind him at the line and he gets the next pass. The three of them move the puck between them as Crosby guards the left side of the blue line and I sneak my pretty little ass closer to the middle.
Aiden’s vision is fucking working because in an instant I see it. Their defender slides out to try and grab the pass between Emmett and Felix. I take his place.
Felix passes it to me in the middle and I swing a slap shot straight at the net. The goalie can’t get back into position fast enough and it sails over his shoulder and into the net.
“Fuck yeah!” I yell as Felix and Crosby pile in for a hug.
“Whoohoo! Damn that was sexy.” Duncan taps my helmet.
“We owe Aiden an assist point! It was his vision.” I laugh as we start skating to the bench for fist bumps before lining up at center.
“Unofficial apple to Young Gun!” Felix yells out as he skates into position for the face off.
Aiden lifts his stick to us in acknowledgement.
I skate past Emmett on my way to the far side and tap his shin pads. “You get the secondary there?” I ask.
“Yep.” He nods. I nod back. Emmett is in game mode, best to leave him be.
“Ready gentlemen?” The ref asks as we line up. The boys nod, the whistle blows, and the puck drops again.
***
My go-ahead goal with seven minutes and eighteen seconds left in the period was good enough. We held off Denver’s offense to bag the win.
The only better feeling in the world is knowing Jo was here to see it.
And now I get to take her out for dinner.
A lot of the wives and girlfriends flew out to Denver to celebrate New Years with their guys. Tomorrow we have a morning skate here and in the afternoon we fly to Chicago. Game in Chicago the next day then home to D.C..
“What do you have planned tonight?” Duncan asks as I style my curls in the tiny mirror I pack in my bag.
“Dinner, champagne, lots of hotel sex.” I tell him. Where’s the lie?
“JoJo doesn’t know how lucky she is.” He jokes.
“I think she does. But I like to remind her.”
He laughs and I scoop up my bag, shake a few hands of fellas still in the room and head out to meet my girlfriend.
She’s been to a few games since staying with me in D.C. but she hasn’t worn my jersey. The cheeky girl sent a picture of her holding it across her naked chest as she pushed her tits up with her arm and I almost couldn’t start the second period because of the semi that sprung up in my jockstrap.
But the little top I sent her to wear under it is essentially lingerie and I start to drool a little thinking about her in it.
I’m pinching the corners of my mouth when I turn the corner and see her.
Goddamn she is breathtaking.
Strong, long legs clad in faux leather. A bubble of a butt just asking for my handprint. As my eyes devour her I catch my last name across her back and I stop.
